Monday, July 30, 2012


Start Where You Are. 
Use What You Have. 
Do What You Can. 

On Morning's

I recently read an article about how music effects your mood, but more specifically,
how your choice of music in the morning
sets a "tone" for the day. 
Music is so important. It always baffles me to visit silent homes. 
No music in the morning, no music through out the day, no music to jump around with your kids with, no cooking music...How do these people live? 
I'm all for chunks of silence, but how boring! 
Anywho, reading that article had me taking note of each start to my day. 
Two things happens directly
1. Start the coffee
2. Put on Classical Music.
Just Classical. Every. Single. Morning.  
Since the age of fourteen, it's been a personal oddity that 
 I cannot endure listening to any music with  lyrics before 11am. 
Bizarre, I know. 
I've tested myself on several occasions thinking that if 
I start the day with some rockin' tunes, maybe that would set me up for a productive, 
energy induced day... 
It goes against the grain of self,
 frays the lightness of being. 

The piece above has played a pretty big significance in my life. From soothing a depressed teen, night reading under a soft light, creating artwork, fuel for writing...
 It lifts my heart and sweeps me off to far away lands. 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

On Moving

Things. Stuff. Knick-Knacks. Possessions. etc. etc. 
It's a Love Hate relationship. 
I enjoy the process of sorting, throwing away, donating, cherishing certain belongings....
but lordy lord, every time I have to pay big bucks to have my 
'crap' thrown into a storage room, I can't help but think
"what for"
Obviously there are a few things that I will keep till the end, such as 
old family photos.
But that's pretty much it. 

Everything else - including all the worn, pearled, stained, dated clothes, which financially I'm forced to wear, I want gone too. 
Mind you, I really shouldn't complain. 
I can pack everything I own into my mazda protege.  
(minus my semi-recent purchase of a Bed+Frame) 

Regardless, there's a desire, an urge to purge it all.
Then of course, a moment later the tides turn, 
and I dream about decorating my home with things I love. 

As I sit here on the floor of my near empty home; 
I can't help but think
"oh lu, how many times have you been here!?" 

No matter how many times I've 'been here' 
Each time is never quite the same, 
Nor I. 

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Magic Cave

My last nights in 'the cabin' 
Did I tell you guys that I'm uprooting, again? 
Well, it's final. 
I'm giving Oakland/SF a shot! 
I landed an internship at McSweeny's 
which I'm extremely excited about. 
(I'll be in the editorial department for Lucky Peach, their food magazine)
Now, just to land a paying job and apt! 

If things don't work themselves out by late september, then back to LA. 
Short term or Long,
me thinks this is going to be a marvelous venture. 

Creepin' my way up the coast, 

Once Again

Monday, July 23, 2012

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Morning Oddity

As I've mentioned in previous posts...
Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. (or humming)
*Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.
This morning it was :

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Rendevous In Paris

The matter's in my head and in my Heart, 

Sunday, July 15, 2012

LA Rooftop

Grapefruit Cocktails.
Smatterings of Light.  
Spinning Records. 
Palm Trees. 
Summer Splendor.


Sunday Mood


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Envision and Shape. 

The Cure

Good Happenings

Good Friends. 
Birthday Cheer.
Italian Food. 
11 dollar glass of Wine. 
Live Music.
Art Sketches. 

There's nothing like taking a step back and 
seeing the good infront of you. 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Dear Void,

I'm nervous.

Turn the Page and Let's Move On...

Sunday, July 8, 2012

A Decade

Ten years ago, a fifteen year old girl fell in love...with a city. 
It's been one wild love affair. 
CA, I'm yours. 

Well, all my recent life decisions have led to me (once again)
 leaving Los Angeles, at least for a stint. 
What pangs me most in leaving is my little home 
 "the cabin" 
It's truly the best place I've ever lived. 
And now, I must vacate in two weeks.
I look around and think
" What are you doing? You're crazy for leaving this place. You'll never find another place like it!
Don't uproot again. Why are you sabotaging your life again?"
(I can beat myself up to a pulp)
No matter how charming and comfortable I am in my little home,
I must look internally.... 
for that is what needs to be admired, cared for,
 and nurtured.

Anywho, there's no turning back. 
Plans have been set in motion. 
I've dug my own grave.
Or rather, to change my language...
I'm slowly building my wings!
Yes, that one feels better! 

There will always be fear to pummel, 
doubts to crush, 
and insecurities to ignore. 

But now, it's time for me to have some further adventures...away from LA.
To Bloom upward and onward.

Even though I'm shedding a few salty tears while packing a bag full of fears and regrets; 
It's Time to Let Go of my security blanket. 
I'll learn to cope without it. 
Still a Seed,

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Action is Hope

I've been revisiting Bradbury's work since his recent death. 
This morning I stumbled upon this Interview with him:

Pure Inspiration.

Monday, July 2, 2012

On Looking Back

One of my favorite things to do is look through old photographs. 
More specifically, rummaging through piles of vintage snaps
or of my own. 

Last night I re-watched
"Midnight in Paris" 
The second viewing has confirmed that I'm 
fully the female version of Owen Wilsons character, Gil. 
I'm one who lives in "The Golden Age of Thinking"
Which in the film, is a notion that a different time period is better than the one ones living in.
For the past decade, my home base has been in Los Angeles.
(well, in, out, and around for the past decade)
Summer always stirs up intense nostalgia, but with so much transition this year and
suffering a quarter life crisis; I've been Looking back more than usual.
Time rolls on, gotta ride the current.

"There is a saying: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the "present" 

Love Monday

I'm trying to. 
My car broke down over the weekend, waiting on an estimate. 
I hope it's not going to cost me a small fortune...
for I have nothing but fantasy money to give.